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Tears fall from the sky, leaves brown and curling

Death still looms in the air

Water, like those poor souls, falls to unseen depths below

Never again to be seen.

“And her unborn child.”

“Why?”

It is all I can ask.

Names everywhere, they crowd my vision

The tunnel gets smaller

I must focus to stay in control.

Did I know these people?

Yet smiling faces abound, faces too young to remember

They do not know the horror.

Is that my face?

I fear it is.

We all see smiling faces surrounded by despair.

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